Monday, December 29, 2008

"Blue Doors",...inspired by Braja









2 comments:

poetreader said...

Sidney, your postings have inspired a little verse. You present your thoughts with such compelling images that a poet has to write. I hope this one speaks to some degree to your condition There's another one I'll post down with the holocaust dolls.

Blue Doors

Blue doors
red shoes
blue tree
and a seeming endless sea,
thoughts of home
as I roam
and there seems no rest for me.

Strings play,
moods change,
and a heart is turning blue,
turning blue
never new,
but seeming old and worn,
oh so torn.

Blue doors
red shoes
blue tree
and a seeming endless sea,
thoughts of home
as I roam
and there seems no rest for me.

Red shoes
sunrise
blue doors
blue skies
someday
spirits rise
beyond the doors
beneath the skies
there is a prize

Blue doors
red shoes
blue tree
and a seeming endless sea,
thoughts of home
as I roam
and, yes, there's rest for me.

---------ed pacht

Uncle Sidney said...

Thank you.

Rest.

When I find my Home I will rest.

Then I'll awake reborn.

..and blue doors.

I will paint my front door blue.

A soulful, calm, peaceful blue.

The color, the dreamy sky blue door will announce to visitors what my home within will be.